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Elena clutched her head in her hands, her vision blurred as she stared down at the marbled floor below her. She sobbed into her hands and the tears dripped between her fingers, raining down onto the floor. Her breathing was ragged, gasping and the strength left her body. She was thankful that she was sat on the toilet because she didn't think she could trust her legs enough to stand and go to her bed. She was noisy, her skin was blotched and pale but there was no-one there to witness it let alone come to comfort her. And, she didn't know if she wanted someone to comfort her. Maybe she just needed to let these pent-up emotions out just one more time before she could finally push them away forever. Or, she hoped.
Damon couldn't wait to rush back into her life like a bull in a china shop with no regards to her feelings. All he cared about was himself. And, what he wanted. He couldn't just let her go. They were over, their marriage was over. Why couldn't he see that? Or, even respect it?
She took a deep breath as Bonnie's words from the earlier hours seemed to float back in her head.
"What happened? Did he hurt you?" Bonnie rushed out the moment Elena stepped into her office. The brunette shook her head, her eyes cast down at the floor. Her body still visibly shook from the encounter with her husband and father of her child. This was actually happening. Bonnie rushed around her desk and came to stop in front of Elena.
"I will gladly kill him for you and I'll make sure I get away with it. Just say the word." The other brunette scolded at the thought of Damon. Elena shook her head and couldn't help but smile at her friend's threatening words. At least she knew someone had her back here.
"No. Don't, Bonnie. It's not worth it. He's not worth it. Just seeing him again was so overwhelming. I just need to get out of here, Bonnie."
The woman's look instantly softened and she nodded.
"Okay. Let's leave and get some lunch. I love going to The Grill. What about you? Is that okay?" Elena nodded and wiped her eyes with the back of her hand.
"Yes, The Grill's fine." Elena mumbled as they walked out of the office and down the hall to the elevator. Bonnie pressed the button as they stood waiting for the doors to open. Elena licked her lips, the hairs on the back of her neck standing up. Someone was watching her and she didn't have doubt on who it was. She slightly turned her, barely peeking out over her shoulder, through her hair as saw those bright blue eyes starting right back at her. She tried to ignore how his eyes made her feel naked and vulnerable. She didn't like the feeling. He shouldn't have this much power over her. Not anymore.
She tried to ignore how her heartrate picked up just from his gaze. She tried to ignore how all the wrong he did to her suddenly melted away as if it never happened and she fought the urge to run back into his arms. She turned her head away, looking at the elevator instead, happy Bonnie hadn't noticed that Damon was looking at her. She didn't even know what he looked like. She couldn't risk Bonnie causing a scene at her job just because he returned to her life.
The elevator dinged and opened. She stepped in silently and blew out a breath as the raven-haired man walked closer to the elevator and by her desk, continuing to stare at her and winked right before the door closed.
"That was him wasn't it?" Bonnie's voice came after a moment. Elena tilted her head, looking at her before turning her gaze to the ground. She nodded silently, ashamed. Bonnie let out a small breath and shook her head, waiting for the elevator doors to open.
Her shoulders shaking with grief, tears were streaming down her already wet cheeks. She tasted salt on her cracked lips and wiped it with the back of her hand before clasping her hands together. All she could feel was sadness. Every other emotion was pushed from her being. She never would have guessed years ago that this would ever happen to them. Happen to her.
If someone would have told her that a surprise pregnancy would destroy her and Damon, she wouldn't have believed you. Not from the way they were so in love. She never would have guessed that in her whole life. She still wonders to this day... was the man she fell in love with ever really there? Or were all those night he spent saying he loved her fake?
"What are you doing?" Elena asked as Damon's hair tickled her bare stomach. His hands slid up under her back and he pushed his face closer to her warm skin. He continued staring at the TV, his eyes heavy. He blinked multiple times trying to keep his eyes open, not ready to fall asleep yet. He realized she asked him a question and turned his head to meet her questioning gaze.
"What baby? Did you ask my something?"
She nodded, a teasing smile on her lips. "Are you comfortable?" He nodded, moving his head back against her flat stomach, his raven hair rubbing on her skin. She smiled and reached down to rub her hand through his hair, massaging his scalp and twirling her fingers around the short strands. She wished she had a comb to run through it but knew he wouldn't let her get up to go and get it. Plus, he didn't really like brushing his hair much. He never even let her do it. His hands slid out from under her body and he moved once again in the blink of an eye. He crawled up behind her and just as she felt the cool air in the house creep up on her skin, his hands moved around her middle warm and soft. He rested his head in her neck, his eyes drowsy. She knew he was tired and was about to fall asleep any second now. He loved curling up with her the most before he went to sleep.
She felt his head start to fall and she slightly turned to see his eyes closed. His long, dark lashes hiding those baby blues. She smiled as his grip lightened from her waist and she knew he had fallen asleep.
"I love you, my handsome king." She whispered, turning off the TV. She stuffed her hands up under the pillow, pressing her face into the pillow, smiling as Damon pulled her closer into his chest.
"I love you too, my beautiful queen" he mumbled into her hair. Her eyes shot open when she realized he was awake. But, smiled when he kissed her neck before closing his eyes again.
She couldn't stop thinking about him. No matter what she did. She didn't want too. He doesn't deserve all the time she's spend crying over him and he doesn't deserve all the nights she's had to rock herself to sleep with Emily because she couldn't cope. He betrayed her affections and left her heart in shattered disarray of pieces. Every single time he creeps back into her thoughts, he steals a part of her, and he makes it impossible for her to put herself back together. It almost as if he doesn't want her too. And, yet, it always makes her want to run back into his arms because the small fraction of good she remembered seemed to outweigh the bad he's done. Why is that? Perhaps she hoped that he'd return what he's stolen and finally be the father Emily deserved. But, he won't and never will. He just loves to take more. And for him, more is never enough. He can continue to take her in any way he can, take her heart and he can take the hearts of a million and it would never be enough for him. His blood has turned cold. She didn't believe his heart could love anything but himself any more.
He smiled, and it's intoxicating. She remembered his fingers brush through her hair, and it's addicting. He laughed, and it's contagious. Him and his flirtatious self along with that huge smirk. He knows what he does to her. He knows the power he has... and, he loves it.
She grinded her teeth together, her blood suddenly turning hot at the thought and her fist clenched, her tears drying against her pale cheeks. She wanted to smash her fist against something but didn't want to take the risk of hurting herself or whatever she hit. She couldn't just go around breaking things when she was angry, not like Damon. She always wondered how she ever agreed to marry him. They were complete opposites. He loved war and she wanted peace. He wanted to control and she wanted freedom. She wanted a child and he didn't.
"Mommy?" A small voice came from the doorway of the bathroom. Elena's head snapped back up at the sound and felt her anger completely vanish. She gasped, a smile appearing on her lips when she saw her baby standing, her eyes wide, frightened from the sound of her mother crying. Her sippy cup in hand along with her white stuffed rabbit. Then, she yawns and comes closer.
"Mommy, why are you sad? Please don't cry." The child begged, her eyes softening and glassy. Elena immediately shook her head and held out her arms.
"No, baby. Mommy was sad but she's not anymore. You made me feel better. Come here." She whispered her voice still hoarse from the tears. Emily silently came closer, her eyes looking to her mother's and back to her open arms as if she was hesitant to go into them. She suddenly stopped then ran into Elena's arms, grabbing a hold onto her mother's shirt tight. Elena pulled the child into her arm, rubbing onto Emily's small back, leaning against the back of the toilet.
Emily's head pulled back from her mother's chest and she traced over the feminine features with her eyes.
"Why are you crying mommy?" Emily asked, her voice small. "Tell me what's wrong..."
Elena shook her head, not able to hold her emotions in around her child. If anything, Emily brought those emotions out further. There was no way she could keep lying to this innocent baby but she didn't want the four-year-old to worry about her mother all the time if she knew the reason behind her tears. She was too young to stress about adult problems. Or, her deadbeat father that didn't want her. Elena licked her lips and didn't say anything. She pressed Emily into her chest and lightly put her head on the child's shoulder, needing to get as close to her as possible.
She felt the water works start all over again. She didn't want to cry in front of her daughter much less with her but she couldn't hold back at the moment.
Her eyes were burning and her chest felt heavy as if it were filled with lead. She could no longer see clearly and she closed them, the action sending hot tears sliding down her cheeks. Her eyes became light brown under the sheen of water, constant, yet allowing the tears to flow without pause. In that moment, she understood the depth of unwanted pain that had been sitting just below her skin. She continued to hold Emily and let the tears flow freely without pause.
Minutes later, she finally stopped and pulled away from Emily's small body. She wiped her tears with the back of her eyes and stood up, making sure Emily was firmly in her grasp before wordlessly moving into her room. She laid the child on her bed and stuffed them both under the blankets.
"Matt is working tonight, baby. You'll gave to sleep alone with mommy. I know you like cuddling with him but he can't tonight, okay?" Elena whispered, turning off the lamp next to her. It felt as though she wanted to forget the pain she felt only minutes ago and pretend like they didn't exist. It was easier. And, Emily would probably forget all about it tomorrow.
"Okay, mommy." Emily responded, laying her head on the pillow, staring up at the ceiling. She put her hands up under her head and yawned. Elena couldn't help but smile at the sight. That was how Damon liked to sleep. He loved being on his back or on his side when he slept. He never wanted to lay on his stomach and every time he woke up on his side, he would growl into the air for no reason. The image always made her smile but now it was just bittersweet. Emily yawned once again before closing her eyes.
"I love you, mommy. Goodnight."
Elena smiled and bit her lips, her eyes tearing up all over again. "I love you too, Emily. Goodnight, baby."
Elena sat the coffee onto her desk, yawning and sat down into her chair. She rubbed her aching temples before checking all her emails and saw none. There was nothing new which was strange considering she was the assistant to the CEO, but it sometimes happened. It was just rare. People could always have sent the really important documents and emails to Mason himself. She wasn't supposed to know everything and she didn't want too. It wasn't her company.
She sipped her coffee slowly, savoring it. It was her third cup just this night but it was actually low for her. When she worked late, it could be either 4 to 5 cups. It was better then she usually had.
She sighed when she realized Bonnie wasn't here tonight, with her. She worked while Elena was at home with Emily. She had already gotten off of work. She could always ask Bonnie to come and talk to her but she didn't want to take away the girl's night off for her boredom. She finished all the paperwork and straightened all the files for Mason. And, now all she had to do was wait until it was time it leave. Behind done didn't mean she could leave. She still had to make sure she was here for the full eight hours to get her paycheck.
She usually would feel nervous about working at night but she knew she was safe. There was security at every door, cameras at every hallway and an alarm system in case someone broke in that would alert the police right away. They wouldn't waste a second to get over there. Mason was one of the biggest companies to ever exist in Mystic Falls, right next to Damon's... ugh, she had to stop thinking about him. He wasn't worth the time or energy she wasted thinking or crying over him.
She still couldn't believe that she hadn't thought he would pop up at this company sooner or later. But, Damon loved control and he was very proud so she didn't think he would even think about talking to another CEO. He didn't need too so it made her wonder why he was doing this. Stefan had made it clear Damon hadn't known about her when they arrived but something seemed oddly weird about everything. But, she was probably just being paranoid. There's always news of CEO's teaming up with other companies but she just never thought Damon was the type to do so. She shrugged at her thoughts before taking another drink of her coffee, struggling to keep her eyes open. She sat the cup down as a silk voice filled the air, sending chills down her spine.
"Working late tonight, wifey?" Damon purred, his hands suddenly resting on her shoulders, massaging her muscles. She gasped from the contact and immediately pushed his hands from her skin before her body had the chance to give in. She spun around in her chair, her body now facing her husband. She unintentionally pulled her shirt down as she felt it rise up when she spun around. Unfortunately, that meant giving Damon a show of her cleavage. He smirked at the sight and opened his mouth when she held her hand, signaling to him not to say a word. She pulled the shirt back up to hide what Damon didn't deserve to see and huffed.
"What the hell are you doing here? And, what the fuck do you want?" she demanded, her hands in her lap. She refrained from spitting out words she only imagined of saying to him if they ever met again. Just like her didn't deserve her or his daughter, he didn't deserve the time or angry to waste hating or arguing with him.
He just shrugged, a mask of indifference on his face. "I came to see you. I was driving by and saw the same car you'v had for years. A black two thousand eight SUV. It wasn't hard to spot, despite what you may think, darling. I'll I had to do was show that I was me and I I'm in" Elena rolled her eyes to herself but was well aware Damon was watching.
"You don't want to see me..." he asked but already knew the answer, his was voice small... almost hurt? The soft, painful tone that suddenly slipped into him made her heart beat fast from a rush she didn't understand. It wasn't love. It couldn't be. She let go of that love a long time ago, or so she hoped. Maybe it was the fact that he was her baby's father. She was pissed, yes. But, she didn't want to wish him any ill will because he hurt her in the pats. That didn't mean she was anywhere ready to forgive and most definitely not ready to forget but his hurt voice made her rethink all of that in the blink of an eye.
By the time she looked up to his eyes, any trace of pain or sadness had vanished and his lips pressed into a thin line, his eyes lifeless. Almost as if he wanted to show her he didn't care.
For a second, she thought she had imagined his change of tone that reminded her of the man she married but quickly shook it away. She shouldn't be thinking about him anyway.
"No, I don't. I thought I made that clear when I pushed you away. I don't want you around and I don't know why you decided to barge into my life when you're not wanted"
She knew it was harsh but maybe it was what he needed to give up and walk away like he did before. She looked over his face, trying to find the slightest change in his face but found none. It remained motionless even when her words reached his ears and deep down within his heart. He only blinked at her before he took a step closer, causing her to push farther back into her seat to stay as far away as possible.
He cocked his head, licking his lips. "I did not barge back into your life, Elena" he spat her name out as if it burned his tongue. "I came here to work on a project with Mason and my brother not to find you. Running onto you was pure coincidence. Pure luck. I didn't plan any of this, despite what your pretty little head thinks. We are still married so as long as your still Mrs. Salvatore, I can talk to you and touch you in any way I want" she gasped at his words, utterly disgusted with him. He took a step back and held up his hands in surrender, knowing he said the wrong thing.
"I didn't mean that. I would never touch nor hurt you. That's not what I meant and you know it" he rolled his eyes before continuing. "but, as long as your last name still belongs to me, you're still mine. As long as your last name is Salvatore, I can say anything I want to you. I will not be barging in. You are my wife, whether you like it or not-" he was abruptly cut off when Elena stood and slapped his across his cheek. His head flung to the side from the impact, his hand holding the cheek that started to grow red. He blew out a breath and quickly turned back to her, making her cower in fear from the motion.
She thought he would hit her back. The cruel thought hit him like a wall of bricks and he realized that his wife was terrified of him and she clearly didn't want him around.
He licked his lips and took a breath. "I would never put my hands on you, Elena. The thought never even crossed my... I just thought you knew me better than that..." he mumbled, clenching his jaw.
The small, painful words suddenly sent boiling hot anger into her body. It was the breaking point of her patience. She could no longer hold it in. Not that she wanted too. He deserved everything he was about to get. She's held it back as long as could. Anger and pain boiled deep with her system and she didn't know which one was stronger. It churned within, hungry for destruction, and she knew it's too much for her to handle. The pressure of this raging sea of anger would force her to say things she did not mean, or to express thoughts she suppressed for years. Her anger vanished as if it was never there before she could utter a word. Instead another emotion raised.
Pain.
Her fists clenched and hot tears streamed down her cheeks. She didn't bother to wipe them away nor did she care too. "And, I thought that I knew my husband better... I thought that he would never react a pregnancy the way he did... And, I never even dreamed that he would throw me out of our house because I pregnant..." she licked her lips and tasted salt. She took a breath before continuing.
"The man you were... the one I married, would have kicked you ass and beat the living hell out of you for treating me like you did." The muscles in her face tightened and she felt her lips curl. She knew she was making an 'ugly' crying face but at the moment she didn't care. "you were someone that meant the world to me. You had principles and morals..." she sighed before running a hand through her hair. "I don't know who you've turned into and I don't like it, Damon Salvatore..." she spat before turning her face from his. She was getting too caught up in this... in her emotions. She was showing the emotions she promised she never would give to him. She said she would let go of him. She promised.
She took a deep breath before wiping the tears away. She needed to leave. She grabbed her purse and throw the coffee in the trash before turning to leave. In the blink of an eye, Damon's warm hands circled around her throat and pulled her lips to his. She shook her head, trying pull away but gradually felt her body give in. She didn't waste any time before ripping herself from his embrace. She bit back the urge to slap him again but thought it would be excessive. She just turned her back to him and ran out of the building without another thought. He called her name from behind, following her every step but she ignored his please for her to come back and listen to what he has to say. She started her car and drove straight to her house, wiping the tear stains from her face so neither Emily or Matt would suspect it. She got home safely, blinking back the tears that threatened to fall and walked inside. She passed by Emily's room and smiled when the child moaned in her sleep and tossed on her side. She continued walking to her room and stepped inside, the door creaking with every push. The movement caused the man to wake up that was sleeping soundly. He sat up and stared at her dark figure with wide eyes.
"Elena, are you okay?" he quickly rushed out. The brunette just nodded and came closer to his side of the bed. He gave her a questioning look and before he could say another word, she pressed a single finger to his lips, silencing him.
"Don't speak" she ordered, climbing on top of him on the bed. He didn't question is further because he knew what she was doing. This happened sometimes. She would cry her eyes out and every time he would ask her why, she would just shake her head and continue crying. He just sat up on the bed and waited for her next move, whenever that would be.
Hey, everyone! I hope you all enjoyed. Because I loved playing with your emotions. And, LOL, I kind of lied. This isnt the best chapter. It was good but not the best.
So, Damon and Elena finally clashed once again but emotions were stirred…. Oh no, where could this go? I have plenty of ideas. I have everything planned *smirks evilly* so the next few chapters shouldnt be long. Lots more Delena angst. I love writing that.
And, I didn't want to give you too much insight on what Damon is thinking because I don't want to reveal it yet. You'll find out later.
I want to give a huge thanks to everyone! This story is doing so good and I'm ecstatic! Thank you to my wonderful friend, MovingOnIsNeverEasy, I love her as well. I need you all to do me a favor and check her Delena stories out as well!
What do you think? Im going to sleep now so I cant wait to hear your thoughts in the morning! Love you guys! I also updated "Make You Feel My Love" and the second and final part to "Promise" will be posted tomorrow.